One warning, my love,

Don't fly too close to the sun.

Don't fall like Icarus,

With wax and feathers

Dripping

Down

Your arms.

Fly over the sea, my sweet,

The higher you soar

The harder you fall

Don't leave me weeping

Alone

Like

Daedalus.

Take care, my Icarus

And fly below the sun.

Please heed me, love.

Don't let our tears and feathers fall

And drown

Out

The sun.

I really like this poem. Drop me a review if you have any comments. Concrit is amazing.